Newgrange

There is a place on the east Mysterious ring, a magical ring of stones The druids lived here once, they said Forgotten is the race that no one knows The circled tomb of a different age Secret lines carved on ancient stones Heroic kings laid down to rest Forgotten is the race that no one knows Wait for the sun on a winter's day And a beam of light shines across the floor Mysterious ring, a magical ring Forgotten is the race that no one knows